Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cuba and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Tropical Tobacco to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Index. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Babytalk,
Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Sheep,
Ossler,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Christie,
Zapp,
Arab on Radar,
Qualms,
Kayak,
Pantaleimon,
Can,
Niagra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marvin Gaye,
Hashim,
Funky Four + One,
Silicon Teens,
The Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ohio Players,
Yaz,
Drexciya,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kenny Larkin,
Half Japanese,
the Sonics,
John Lydon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erykah Badu,
Basic Channel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Joy Division,
The Birthday Party,
Joey Negro,
The Doobie Brothers,
Intrusion,
Bill Wells,
Popol Vuh,
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minny Pops,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tubeway Army,
The Durutti Column,
Chris Corsano,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marmalade,
The New Christs,
Hoover,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.